Kalis was in a rush. His work increased from dealing with a single princess to two. Although the second one seemed more conservative and mindful, he still stressed out his warnings whilst taking care of the princess' dress.
"Get ready for the ball. Tardiness-"
"-will not be accepted. Keep your conduct straight and don't interact with the guests too much, maintain a distance. Mind your identity as a princess. Anything else, my dear teacher?" Estelle sighed as she listed all the things in a similar tone to that of Kalis' usual voice.
"...Whatever happens, do not fight. Leave everything to me and Yion," Kalis added, dumbfounded at his temporary student's exemplary answers.
She usually disliked to follow proprieties. But this time, she seemed to have memorized everything.
Estelle's social studies teacher had not been wrong when she said that balls were akin to a battlefield. Even in the Underworld, it was the same.
However, the 'battle' was different.
